Journey With Me: A Poem for the Indigenous Man
Walk with me I have been taught to leave a space for you I was told that our moccasins will
I remember things from long ago
Walk with me I have been taught to leave a space for you I was told that our moccasins will
The midnight train whistle bellows in the distance. Edward’s hand is placed over his chest and if he lay
I want my future grandchildren, and those that come after, to say that I was fierce with heart. I want